Special Branch: Santos
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, September 11, 2008 19:24
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*Bump*
OOC: By the way, how far from Santos are you guys? I'm trying to make a post to coincide with your arrival on the planet. It's hard not knowing how far off you are.
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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree 
Navigator on Destiny 
Kurren, Bounty Hunter 
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OOC: So how badly did I screw up people's plans with my post?
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
I'm blogging about the novel I'm writing! Stay informed, and keep me inspired! Please!
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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OOC: HAHAHA!! Not at all Soul. Just am up to my eyeballs writing with my class and a project. My assignment is due Tues. so I should be able to post something after that.
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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OOC: Bump!
Don't worry Soul, no screwing up of plans here.
I wold like to contribute but I'm in the middle of decorating my room this week.
Hopefully I'll be done by Friday and can get something posted
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OOC: Jazaf - I'm under the impression we're just about ready to land the ships. Well I hope we are, cos that's what I'm about to do
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The sky above Santos thundered as two ships broke atmo.
The Epsilon, a moderately sized ISSCV cargo vessel entered first, followed by a larger craft, ironically called The Dwarf. Once used by members of the presidential office to travel from planet to planet on "important" excursions, The Dwarf had since been stolen and was now transporting a family, and a handful of crewmembers, on an even more important mission - a mission to bring down the parliament itself.
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Needy. Male Companion: Chosen One?
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Kyra held onto the steel handle of the door as the ship rocked back and forth.
She'd been on ships before but she'd never got used to the turbulence, and usually she was sitting down.
Ideally, that's where she'd be right now, sitting (or possibly even laying) down, but instead she was waiting. Waiting to see if Soul would be returning yet.
It had felt like hours since he'd left her alone with "The Weapon" - left her whilst he and his colleagues attempted to regain control of their stolen ship.
And it had been even longer since she had last seen Needy and Milton, but they apparently could take care of themselves.
Truth was, she was fine. Travel sickness aside, she was fine being on her own in a strange new place, it came with the job. Hell, she'd been used to new places since she was fifteen, when she left home and moved in with her boyfriend six years her senior.
She wasn't worried now, she just wanted to know what was happening. The elusive Mr Sykes had passed by earlier, telling her that maybe she should stay onboard as opposed to heading over to The Epsilon to find Soul. It seemed he was deaing with a personal matter over there and didn't need anything else on his mind just yet.
The reporter in her told her to go over anyway, and she would have done, but her promise to the man inside that room told her she should remain, standing guard as it were.
Nevertheless, the curiousity of what was going on exactly was killing her.
If only Needy would show his face, he could at least cover for her whilst she took a gander.
"Hey!" she shouted out as she caught a glimpse of a man passing by the corridor
A second later and the man's head popped back around.
It was the crew's captain, Safe, looking quite pensive and impatient.
Realising she was never going to get him to come to her, she took a chance and left her post by the door, staggering down the corridor as the ship continued to rock back and forth.
"What's going on?" she asked
"Look, we're taking the ships down, so find a seat and sit down." he states clearly.
Too short with her, he thinks too himself as he shakes his head. "Don't want you to get hurt" he adds, a genuine statement but one which unfortunately doesn't lessen the impact his inital response had on her.
"Hey listen, I've been the quiet observer for long enough. I know I'm not one of your crew but I wanna know what's going on dammit!"
Safe lowers his shoulders and his head, he doesn't want to tell her, not like this and not now that he's just upset her as it is. He can't kick her when she's down. But he has no choice. He can't lie
"It's under control. We've got the ship back..."
She reads his face and years of experience in interviewing people tells her that there's something he's not saying. "But?"
"It seems Ciaran... we didn't stop her in time" he divulges under his breath
"What are you talking about" she manages as another shake of the ship rams her shoulder into the wall.
Safe holds his hand out to stabilise her but it's unneccesary. Already she has regained her balance and is continuing to stare at him, awaiting for a response. "What is it?"
"Needy and er... your friend"
"My fr... you mean Milton?" she asks, not understanding where he's going with it.
"Yeah. She got to them before we could." Safe tells her, looking around for someway to leave the conversation before it gets ugly.
"What are you talking about? They didn't even go with you"
"No but apparently they found a way on board before we did"
"Wh... how?"
"I don't kn.."
"What happened?" Kyra butts in again "What is it?" Her glazed eyes reveal she fears the truth, but she needs to know.
A warning sound blares throughout the ship. Apparently they weren't having the most successful landing, probably some trouble with the ship's attitude.
Safe begins to leave before he realises Kyra is gripping his arm tightly
"What is it?" She repeats, stressing each individual word
"Needy's unconscious, doesn't appear to be responding. He's in the ship's medi-bay"
That's all
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*waves to everyone
Hi Hi Ya'll
If someone would tell me where Shadow, Truth, Ghost, and Spider are that would be great, or I could try to create a new one. Sorry for being away so long :)
April
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Hey Aprilise! Its good to hear from you
Well last time the children were mentioned, they were onboard the stolen Epsilon. But the ships have docked since then, so they could be on either right now. In other words, they're wherever you want them to be.
The ships were about to land last we heard
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OOC: Sorry I've not posted of late, not been feeling great, bit under the weather. I was kinda hoping others would continue but we seem to have hit a mental block. I'll try to get us back up and running. Seryn, hope this helps in leading into your story. And Jazaf, I expect we'll be hearing from Kurren soon?
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The dust settled around the two ships as the rumble of their engines calmed to a mere hum.
The landing yard was located on the outskirts of Fairholme, a homely town which itself was within a day's journey of Santos' Central.
Quite why The Dwarf's renegade crewmember Ciaran had led them here was anybody's guess, but they did need supplies. And with one of their passengers dead, the crew of The Epsilon needed to take care of the body, as quietly and unofficially as possible.
It was highly likely Santos Central would be crawling with Alliance officers, not to mention other unseen foes, foes all too eager to cash in on the capture of members of the resistance.
For the crew, business needed to be taken care of as quickly as possible, without raising too many eyebrows.
Safe walked slowly down the ramp extending out of the Dwarf, savouring the moment of breathing that fresh air once more.
As much as he enjoyed space travel, there was nothing quite like breathing in real air, feeling the gentle breeze against your face, and being bathed in the warm sunlight.
Stepping out of the shadow of the ship, he realised it wasn't going to be one of those days.
A superstitious resident of the town would tell you it was an omen, that the sun was afraid and that bad things were coming, but Safe didn't believe in that. Nevertheless, the outlook was dull, and the wind was strong and harsh - blowing sand in the faces of those foolish enough not to cover their eyes.
Rushing behind him out of the ship, a young woman, hiding the grief that lay behind those lying eyes, hurriedly walked to the other ship located on the opposite site of the yard.
The Epsilon, looked a lot smaller on the outside than you would have thought. It had comfortably housed a handful of rebel soldiers for months, perhaps even years, and yet looking at it sitting there in the yard - a insignificant passenger vessel, dwarfed by numerous larger ships in the nearby vicinity - you wouldn't have imagined it had seen much at all, let alone wars.
Its history to Kyra though was merely trivial, a list of mundane facts that didn't count for anything when it came down to it.
Maybe it was because she wasn't a traveller or the stars - she was used to having her feet on solid rock - but to her the ship was simply that, a vessel. It didn't matter. What mattered was its passengers. And she'd already lost one friend, she was damned if she was gonna let the man she loved die too.
The Epsilon:
"Jack we're not gonna last more than a month if we don't get a replacement." Seryn barked at the man standing across the way from her "A new one would be nice but I'm not expecting miracles"
Kyra brushed by the newly revitalised and invigorated warrior as she stepped on board The Epsilon once more.
Seryn watched as the reporter who was, might we add, a guest on the ship, rudely ignore the woman that was quite clearly running things right now.
"Looking for something?" Seryn called out as she ran her fingers down the list of supplies they needed. No repsonse. Figures
"I guess Safe told her" Jack muttered
"What's that?" Seryn said, looking up at him.
"About Needy and uh... the kid"
Seryn stared at him. "Did you get my gorram parts yet?"
"No" he responds simply
"Then get on it soldier or you'll be needing some replacement bits yourself"
"Yes ma'am" Jack replies with a cheeky smile and salute
Seryn shook her head, disguising a smile. But something was bothering her. Something felt... off. She'd felt it for a while now, and the feeling only grew stronger now that they had landed. She couldn't quite place what it was, but something... something weren't quite right.
Making her best attempt to shrug it off, she put
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“She’s more likely to respond to you, she’s known you longer… looks up to you…”
Safe pauses in his conversation with a bandaged Flechette, as he catches sight of Jack.
“Whoa, Jack! What’s up?”
Jack changes direction, approaching Safe and Flechette.
“Seryn’s got a list of stuff she needs, organizin’ for repairs and such. I never thought it possible Safe, if she weren’t a woman I’d say you had a twin.” Jack flashes Safe a grin, punching him in the shoulder before giving Flechette a quick kiss on the cheek and rushing off.
“I seriously don’t know how I continually put up with him.” Safe mutters under his breath.
Turning, he locks eyes with a glowering Flchette. Apparently he had used his outside voice.
“Ummm… I ahh… need to find Wisp and errr… Soul. Ya, that’s it, gotta find Wisp and Soul, plus wouldn’t hurt to have a talk with Seryn.”
Safe finishes the last part as he hurries away. Flechette just shakes her head, a small smile playing across her lips.
“What’s so funny?” Versa asks at Flechette’s shoulder, causing her to jump a bit.
“'Lord, Versa! How do you move around so quietly?”
Versa shrugs. “Good shoes? You still haven’t told me what was so funny.”
“Men…”
Versa looks at Flechette confused.
“Lets go find Amy and put her to work tidying and fixing these ships. Busy hands will give her no time to dwell.” Flechette puts an arm over Versa's shoulders and lets the other woman lead the way.
The dizziness would pass, she just couldn’t let Safe and, most importantly, Jack see that it still bothered her.
OOC: Sorry about being absent. 10-400 word writing assignments and a ongoing script tend to clutter ones brainpan.
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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